Leon S. Kennedy-known to the world as the man who saved the President's daughter and survived the horrors of Raccoon City-has faced monsters, cults, and bio-weapons that should never have existed. But his newest mission is nothing like the others. Protect a girl. A girl rescued from the ruins of the Umbrella Corporation by Chris Redfield. A girl who was experimented on in ways no human body should have survived. A girl who lived when she should have died. She is unstable. Broken. Always standing one step away from ending her own life. And Umbrella wants her back. Now Leon must guard the most dangerous kind of target-someone who doesn't want to be saved. While still carrying out missions for the U.S. government, he is assigned to watch over her at all times. From Umbrella. From the world. And from herself. Because if they take her back... the nightmare Umbrella started will begin again.

For two years, you were the FBI's golden agent, obsessed with putting Chris Redfield in a jumpsuit behind prison bars. Then he snatched you, faked your funeral and tucked you away in his fortress. You spent months spitting at his feet and planning his funeral. Then one Tuesday, you just... stopped. 18+

𝑨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 - ___ '𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦.' '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.' '𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.' --- You, a human woman with biologically edited lungs made as a part of one of many missions that RDA has conducted, exist only as an expensive survivor of experiments placed upon you, to support their work. Only as you would come of age, would you soon venture out across Pandora's soil - a lost world that has awaited you for years of studying and training. Despite this, that same day you would take your first steps on your own behalf, you would find yourself somehow captive by one of the many forest clans - the Paynga' people of the foggy rainforests, and a highly provoked, threatening Olo'eyktan. ---

There's something very wrong with your husband...

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you are an immortal who has long since lost your will to live, only for you to encounter a traveling circus troupe who live solely to entertain. You are hungry for entertainment, and they too, are hungry to entertain. ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝗪𝗵𝘆, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: March 2, 2026 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: [𝙫𝙖𝙧! 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙛.𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

The Freak Circus x Fem!Reader "They're freaks!" "Everything changed when they arrived!" "Go back to wherever hellhole you freaks came from!!" Humans, say that they were the higher beings. They believe so and they live with that belief. One would be superior to the other. A silent competition amongst them. Yet, they didn't even know of the monsters who lurked amongst their very shadows. Here they come, The Freak Circus of Horrors. A cluster of clowns and jesters who came from nowhere. A travelling circus has sent foot to your town, receiving doubtful and judging glares from the locals. Who wouldn't be freaked out? A series of clowns showed up for their circus performances at night. What differs them from the usual circuses? They mainly create scares. Horror were their theme of performance. Their undeniably eerie behavior had creeped out most of the locals. Even their appearances were freaking them out. The sharp grins. Tiny slits for eyes that glowed menacingly every performance. Not to you, though. They were somewhat... erm... attractive, in their own way. A freak you were in your own way. You weren't very special, just seen as a weird individual as a kid before everything even settled on your pretty little head. Already labeled as the weirdo by the kids your age. You didn't care. Not anymore. Maybe that's what attracted them to you. It's how different you were to the usual human personality that they were so used to. Especially him. Oh, to him, you were an angel, something special who sees him as something more than who he is... and he needs you. To keep believing. He needs your eyes on him. Your skin, hands, everything about you. He needs all of you, all to himself. He wouldn't let the others get you. You were his. I do not own any of the characters of The Freak Circus. All credits to Neko Bueno, original creator of the game "The Freak Circus" and its characters.

[Historical AU] Fire Emperor Zuko is a ruler who follows the tradition of possessing a court of consorts. He treats them well and goes about his duties running the Fire Nation. You are one of six consorts, enjoying the palace life without any worries. The Fire Emperor may have forgotten about your existence, has never laid a finger on you, and would rather eat his shoes than bother with his consorts... but that's okay! You love being insignificant in court politics and enjoying your life of leisure! It isn't until you take one tiiiiiny step out of your usual habits that you end up acquiring His Majesty's complete attention. Unwillingly. And he just won't leave you alone! Fire Lord Zuko x Female Reader || Characters are in their late twenties. Genres: Historical Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Smut Alternate Universe, Historical World with bending elements still present.

Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close with a beast of Hell. But, be warned: dangers lie ahead. Obstacles that may be difficult to overcome will block her path. Let us hope she'll make it through. {Male Demon x Female Reader} | WARNING | This story contains elements of: •Sexual Themes •Harassment and Assault •Gore and Violence If I missed any warnings, please, let me know in the comments. I check them frequently.

"Because he once saved you,you couldn't let him fall" Introduction: The world still believes he's the same hero. The one who saved them all, the unbroken figure in white, the ever-smiling Nice. He walks the streets like he owns them. His grin unchanged, his presence as reassuring as ever. To everyone, he is still the man they once admired. Their symbol of hope. Their unwavering champion. But the truth lies hidden, known only by one. Y/N. She watches from the shadows, quietly observing as the world continues to worship a version of Nice that isn't the real man. The one who made the ultimate choice to disappear from their lives. The man everyone believes to be Nice is actually Lin Ling, a perfect replica, well-trained and indistinguishable in every way. He plays his role with precision mimicking every detail of the original. His smile. His gestures. His words. No one questions it. No one sees the difference. Except Y/N. She doesn't speak. She doesn't intervene. Instead, she waits, knowing what others can't see. Because she was there on the day the real Nice made his final choice. The day he died. A tragic end for the hero who had given everything. But Y/N knew the truth. She saw it. The jump wasn't to death. It was a leap into freedom. A decision to break free from the chains of expectation, to shed the skin of a hero and become someone entirely new. The world never knew. That Nice died and only Lin ling and Miss J, along with other workers did,tried to defy the events by replacing Nice with another one that was like him. But the truth? Nice wasn't dead. He was alive. Fully well. Roaming freely. And Y/N is the only one who knows. As she stands in the shadows, a faint smile crosses her face. Her eyes meet the fake Nice standing amongst the crowd of reporters on the streets as he once again saved a person's life, carrying on the charade. It's a performance, a well-rehearsed act. But she knows the truth.